“Hello, My Name is Drunk”
It was ladies night and the girls and I were having a fabulous time a bar downtown. We were dressed to the nines and drinking sangria. There was a DJ and he was playing some awesome 80’s music so we started dancing. We could never dance for long unnoticed and our ladies night turned into a flirt fest.
Some gorgeous guys came and rescued us from the creepers who were trying to bump and grind. They were very nice and we had a good time dancing. We got really hot after a while so one of the guys bought us a couple more pitchers of sangria. So we drank and danced until we couldn’t feel our toes. We were all pretty trashed by the end of the night. Somehow through my alcohol fueled fog I managed to type “Hebnry” into my phone along with his number and added a date for the next Friday into my calendar.
I forgot about “Hebnry” until Tuesday when I was making my weekend plans. I saw the date in my calendar and remembered that we had a good time. I texted him and asked him if we were still on and he said yes and to meet him at Schiller’s at 9:30 on Friday.
I was looking forward to my date all day Friday. Then once I got to the bar I realized I had gotten so trashed I couldn’t remember what he looked like. Luckily he remembered what I looked like but he couldn’t remember my name!
- Submitted by Drunken Debbie
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